Banging the drums in the depths of hell
the musician drops the beat.

Drumming for demons and sold out souls
the artist stomps his feet.

Everybody's dancing, the liars, the thieves
the creator pops his drink.

Singing, laughing, the killers start clapping
the performer rocks the scene.

Heads are slammin, the felons in famine
the actor inhales to breathe.

Hands in the air, the addicts don't care
the composer brings the heat.

There's chaos in hell, tickets on sale
if you sin then its always free.

The drummer ends the beat.